The hottest place I ever lived for any length of time was Fort Irwin, Calif., a desert warfare Army training post located just a few miles south of hell.
We moved there in 1966. I remember the first thought I had upon alighting from the overloaded station wagon in front of our quarters on Rhineland Drive.
“%&^@! Ow!”
I fell back into the barely air-conditioned car, where I slowly recovered from radiation burns. I wondered what treason the Old Man possibly could have committed to get orders for...
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